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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.