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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.