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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.