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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.