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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Index,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.