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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.