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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.