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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.