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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.