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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.