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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.