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 India and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.