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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.