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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
The Move,
X-101,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.