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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Crime,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Liliput,
X-102,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.