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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.