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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.