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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.