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 Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Slave,
AZ,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.