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 Palau 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
The Residents,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.