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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.