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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.