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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
The Doors,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.