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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.