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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Slits,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.