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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.