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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.