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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Rekid,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.