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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.