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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Oneida,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.