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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Swans,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.