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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
X-102,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
CMW,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.