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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.