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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.