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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.