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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Technova,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.