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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.