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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Index,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.