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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.