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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.