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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.