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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.