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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Oneida,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.