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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.