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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Nico,
June Days,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.