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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
The Motions,
a-ha,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.