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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.