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 Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Chris Corsano 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.