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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Franke,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.