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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.