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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.