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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Echospace,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Television,
X-101,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.