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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.