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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.