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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
UT,
The Index,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.