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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Human League,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.