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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.