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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.