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 Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.