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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.