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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Index,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.