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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.