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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.