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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Ituana,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.