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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon 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?
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.