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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.