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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.