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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
The Names,
The Associates,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.