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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.