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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.