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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.