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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.