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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.