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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.