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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord 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 Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.