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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.