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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.