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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.