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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.