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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.