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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.