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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin 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 Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.