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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Invisible 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.