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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.