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 Panama 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Technova,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.