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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.