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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Agent Orange 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.