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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.