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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.