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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.