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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.