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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.