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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.