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 Romania and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.