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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Hoover,
UT,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.