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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.