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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.