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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
The Victims,
Whodini,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.