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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Halifax and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.