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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.