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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.