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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.