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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.