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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
X-101,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.