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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.