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 Spain and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.