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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.