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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Franke to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.