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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Inner City,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.