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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.