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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Pagans,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
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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.