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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.