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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.