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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.