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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.