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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.