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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.