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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Jandek,
Monks,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Organ,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.