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 India and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.