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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.