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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.