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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
This Heat,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.