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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.