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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach 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?
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.