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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
EPMD,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.