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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.