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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.