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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.