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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.