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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.