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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.