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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
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.