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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.