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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Inner City to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.