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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.