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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Franke,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Television,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.