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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.