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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.