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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.