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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.