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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.