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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
The Slits,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.