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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.