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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.