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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.