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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Television,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.