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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.