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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.