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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.