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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals 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 grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.