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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.