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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Technova,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.