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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.