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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.