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 Mexico 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Technova,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Smog,
ABC,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.