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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.