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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.