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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.