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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.