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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.