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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
CMW,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.