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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Echospace,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.