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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Techniques 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.