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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.