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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 F. McDonald 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.