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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.