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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.