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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.