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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Star Department to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Fear,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.