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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.