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 Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.