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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.