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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.