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 Russia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Busters to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.