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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.