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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.