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 Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.