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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.