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 Guinea 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.