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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.