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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.