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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Angels of Light to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Scientists,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.