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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
MC5,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.