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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.