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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.