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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.