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 Austria 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.