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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.