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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.