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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.