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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Franke,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.