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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.