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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.