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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.