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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Wings,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.