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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.