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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.