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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.