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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.