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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.