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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Pole,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.