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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
UT,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.