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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.