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 Kenya and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.