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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler 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?
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Mars,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.