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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.