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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.