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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.