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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.