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 Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.