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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Jawbox,
X-102,
ABC,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.