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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 guitar 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Rekid,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.