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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Can,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.