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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.