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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.