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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the disco 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Television,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.