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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Wings to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.