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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.