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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.