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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.