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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Smog,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.