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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.