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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.