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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.