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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.