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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Roxette,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.