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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.