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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
UT,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.