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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.