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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.