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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
The Sound,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
The Doors,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.