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 Thailand and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Scientists,
the Association,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.