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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.