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 Bulgaria 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.