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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.