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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.