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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.