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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.