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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.