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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.