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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.