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 Egypt 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.