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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s 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 Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.