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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 organ 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Wire,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.