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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.