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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.