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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.