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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Selecter to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.