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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.