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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.