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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Can,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.