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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.