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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.