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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.