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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.