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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.