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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.