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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.