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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Television,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.