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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Skriet,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.