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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Index,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.