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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Ronan,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.