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 Honduras 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.