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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Franke,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.