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 Germany 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.