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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.