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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Index,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
X-101,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.