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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.