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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Aswad to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.