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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.