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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
DNA,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.