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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.