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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.