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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.