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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.