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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Motions to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men 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?
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
The Saints,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.