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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.