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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Magma,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.