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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.