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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.