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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Monks,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
This Heat,
The Move,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.