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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.