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 Argentina and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.