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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.