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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s 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 T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.