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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.