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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.