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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.