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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.