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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.