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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.