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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.