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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Chrome,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.