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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.