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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.