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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.