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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the grime 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.