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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Monks,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.