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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Rekid,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.