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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.