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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
UT,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
World's Most,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.