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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.