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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.