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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.