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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
The Evens,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.