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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.