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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.