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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.