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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
The Evens,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.