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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Smoke to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.