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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.