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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
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.