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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.