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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
DNA,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.