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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.