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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.