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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.