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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.