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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.