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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Television,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.