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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.