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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.