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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.