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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.