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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.