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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.