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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.