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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.