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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Cameo,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.