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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.