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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.