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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.