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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.