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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.