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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.