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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.