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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.