Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.