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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.