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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
The Remains,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.