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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.