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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.