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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.