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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.