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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
EPMD,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.