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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.