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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
The Move,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.