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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
X-101,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Television,
Inner City,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.