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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.