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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
The Residents,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.