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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.