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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
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.