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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.