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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Pole,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.