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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Franke,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.