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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.