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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.