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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.