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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.