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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.