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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.