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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.