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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.