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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day 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 electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
DNA,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.