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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Franke,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.