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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Red Krayola to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light 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.