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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.