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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Franke,
UT,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.