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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.