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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.