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 Chad 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.