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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.