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 Brunei 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.