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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.