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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.