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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Scion,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.