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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.