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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.