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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.