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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.