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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
10cc,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.