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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the rock 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.