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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti 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 electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.