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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.