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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.