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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.