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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.