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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.