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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Can,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Magma,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.