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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.