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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Can,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.