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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Japan,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.