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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Can,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.