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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.