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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Roxette,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.