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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.