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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Parry Music to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.