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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the jazz 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.