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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.