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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.