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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.