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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
the Slits,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.