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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.