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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.