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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.