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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.