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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.