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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Magma,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.