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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.