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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.