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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.