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 China and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.