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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.