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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.