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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.