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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Technova to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.