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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.