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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 World's Most to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.