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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.