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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.