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 Germany and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.