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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.