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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.