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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.