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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.