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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
The Names,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.