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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.