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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.