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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Pole,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.