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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.