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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.