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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.