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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.