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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.