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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.