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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.