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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.