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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.