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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.