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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.