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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.