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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Fear,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.