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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.