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 Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Steve Hackett 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.