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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.