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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.