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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.