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 Chile 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Slave,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.