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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.