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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Loose Ends 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.