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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.