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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.