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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.