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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.