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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.