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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.