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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.