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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.