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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.