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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Faust,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.