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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.