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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.