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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
The Index,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.