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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.