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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities 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 rock 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.