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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.