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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.