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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.