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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.