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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.