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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.