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 Haiti 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.