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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.