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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
X-102,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.