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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.