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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.