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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.