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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.