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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.