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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.