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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.