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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Fear,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.