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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.