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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.