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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.