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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Silicon Teens 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.