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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.