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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.