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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.