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 Bahrain 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.