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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.