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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Crime,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.