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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.