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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.