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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.