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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.