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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.