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 New Zealand 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Archie Shepp 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.