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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a guitar 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.