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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
The Names,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.