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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.