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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.