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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.