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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.