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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.