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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Goldenarms 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.