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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.