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 Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.