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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.