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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
The Names,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.