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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.