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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Excepter 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Liliput,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.